These particular lyrics touched me. Very moving. I've always felt in my heart that that's some real conversation for your ass. b****es ain't **** but hoes and tricks Lick on deez nutz and suck the dick Get's the **** out after you're done And I hops in my ride to make a quick run I used to know a b**** named Eric Wright We used to roll around and **** the hoes at night Tight than a muthar****a with the gangsta beats And we was ballin' on the mutha****in' Compton streets Peep, the **** got deep and it was on Number 1 song after number 1 song Long as my mutha****in' pockets was fat I didn't give a **** where the b**** was at But she was hangin' with a white b**** doin' the **** she do Suckin' on his dick just to get a buck or 2 And the few ends she got didn't mean nothin' Now she's suing cuz the **** she be doin' ain't **** b**** can't hang with the streets, she found herself short So now she's takin' me to court It's real conversation for your ass -Ben Folds
Damn, I thought I was the only one that liked that song! One of Ice Cube's best... At night I jerk and jerk But my d*ck don't work It don't even hurt!
...and of course, the Weird Al masterpiece... "(This Song's Just) Six Words Long" This song is just six words long This song is just six words long This song is just six words long This song is just six words long Couldn't think of any lyrics No I never wrote the lyrics So I'll just sing any old lyrics That come to mind, child You really need words Whole lotta rhyming words You gotta rhyme so many words, mm-mm To do it, to do it, to do it, to do it To do it, to do it right, child This song is just six words long This song is just six words long This song is just six words long This song is just six words long I know that you're probably sore 'Cause I didn't write any more I just didn't get to complete it So that's why I gotta repeat it This song is just six words long (six words long) This song is just six words long (six words long) Oh I make a lotta money They pay me a ton of money They're payin' me plenty of money To sing this song, child I gotta fill time Three minutes worth of time Oh, how will I fill so much time, mm-mm I'll throw in a solo, a solo, a solo A solo, a solo here This song is just six words long This song is just six words long This song is just six words long This song is just six words long This song's got nothin' to say But I'm recording it anyway I know if I put my mind to it I know I could find a good rhyme here Oh, you gotta have-a music You need really catchy music This song has got plenty of music But just six words, child And so I'll sing' em over And over and over and over And over and over and over, mm-mm And over and over and over And over and over and over again Six words long, six words long Six words long, six words long Six words long, six words long This song is just six words long It's just six words long
Lyrics are one of my favorite things... hard to pick a few favorites, but I'll try. Some of these may have appeared in my sig in the past... some have special significance in my life. "I don't want to run and hide, I've seen it all from either side. Truth and fiction must collide someday." - Midnight Oil "Step out the front door like a ghost into the fog where no one notices the contrast, white on white. And in between the moon and you the angels get a better view of the crumbling difference between wrong and right." - Counting Crows "The lights go down, it's dark. The jungle is your head can't rule your heart." - U2 "This lightning storm, this tidal wave, this avalanche, I'm not afraid." - REM "Where the distant oceans sing and rise to the plain, in this dry and troubled country, your beauty remains. Down through the mountain roads where the highway runs to dark, 'neath Allah's blessed rain, we remain worlds apart." - Bruce Springsteen "Well I guess you left me with some feathers in my hand. Did it make it any easier to leave me where I stand?" - Counting Crows "In my head there is a mirror. When I've been bad, I've been wrong. Food for the saints who are quick to judge me. Hope for a bad man, this is the badman's song." - Tears For Fears "And I have no compass, and I have no map. And I have no reasons, no reasons to get back." - U2
In the clearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his trade And he carries the reminder of every glove that laid him down or cut him til he cried out in his anger and his shame "I am leaving, I am leaving" But, the fighter still remains So the Maples formed a union and demanded equal rights "The Oaks are just too greedy we will make them give us light" Now there's no more Oak oppression for they passed a noble law and the trees are all kept equal by hatchet, ax and saw She held a bass guitar and she was playin' in a band She stood just like Bill Wyman now I am her biggest fan I know someday you'll have a beautiful life I know you'll be a star in somebody else's sky why can't it be mine?
Last part of coma by Guns N' Roses: ______________ Ya live your life like it's a coma So won't you tell me why we'd wanna With all the reasons you give it's It's kinda hard to believe But who am I to tell you that I've seen any reason why you should stay Maybe we'd be better off without you anyway You got a one way ticket On your last chance ride Got a one way ticket To your suicide Got a one way ticket And there's no way out alive And all this crass communication That has left you in the cold Isn't much for consolation When you feel so weak and old But if home is where the heart is Then there's stories to be told No you don't need a doctor No one else can heal your soul Got your mind in submission Got your life on the line But nobody pulled the trigger They just stepped aside They be down by the water While you watch 'em waving goodbye They be callin' in the morning They be hangin' on the phone They be waiting for an answer When you know nobody's home And when the bell's stopped ringing It was nobody's fault but your own There were always ample warnings There were always subtle signs And you would have seen it comin' But we gave you too much time And when you said that no one's listening Why'd your best friend drop a dime Sometimes we get so tired of waiting For a way to spend our time And "It's so easy" to be social "It's so easy" to be cool Yeah it's easy to be hungry When you ain't got **** to lose And I wish that I could help you With what you hope to find But I'm still out here waiting Watching reruns of my life When you reach the point of breaking Know it's gonna take some time To heal the broken memories That another man would need Just to survive
The thing I love about this lyric, is that Ice Cube is talking about hard life, and all that, but then he keeps his own stats at a playground basketball game with his friends, and brags about a tripple double he made during the playground basketball. That is hilarious. I love it.
And we were gone... Hanging out with your dwarfman - David Bowie I drive a Rolls Royce, cause it's good for my voice - T REX He came like a hero from the factory floor With the sun and moon as gifts But the only son you ever saw Were the two he left you with -Big Country (I love the homophone play on words with Sun and Son, as well as the working class image of factory workers etc. throughout that whole song.) Who saw the fences falling Who broke the ploughman's bread Who heard the winter calling Who wore the tailor's thread How many sheaves were counted How did the carriage shine How many thoughts were doubted How did the landlord dine Just as you sow you shall reap Who led the mayday feasting Who saw the harvest home Who left the future wasting Who watched the families go See where the bowls are empty See where the arms reach See where the butter melted See where the altars creak Where were the days of promise Where were the gifts divine Where were the heroes honest Where was the summer wine Watch how the waves must shatter Watch how the shore divides Watch how the nets will tatter Watch Canute and his bride - Big Country ( I like the salt of the earth folks appreciation over the ruling class in these lyrics) DWARFISH TRUMPET BLUES I saw a little man who had a toy trumpet He sat on a stone with his lips to the mouthpiece He was deaf dumb and blind so he couldn't quite make it When out of the horn came a solid silver genie Who was made just to make the little man happy As the man made sounds the genie painted fluid, Mind-blowing visions on the little man's brain-box Everybody small with no lips to play the trumpet Everybody living inside a giant deaf aid Everybody's eyes crucified to the tapestry Woven by the giant with the solid silver genie Who plays the trumpet - T REX Those are incredibly original and not standard fare for a rock song. I'll post more later.
More... Upon a savage lake Make no mistake I love you I got a powder-keg leg And my wig's all pooped for you With my heart in my hand I'm a hungry man for you I got stars in my beard And I feel real weird for you - T. Rex (I got stars in my beard is just classic) TELEGRAM SAM Telegram Sam Telegram Sam You're my main man Golden Nose Slim Golden Nose Slim I know's where you' ve bin Purple Pie Pete Purple Pie Pete Your lips are like lightning Girls melt in the heat Telegram Sam You're my main man Telegram Sam You're my main man Bobby's alright Bobby's alright He's a natural born poet He's just outa sight Jungle faced Jake Jungle faced Jake I say make no mistake About Jungle faced Jake Automatic shoes Automatic shoes Give me three D vision And the California blues Me I funk but I don't care I ain't no square with my corkscrew hair Telegram Sam Telegram Sam I'm a howlin' wolf - T. Rex (more beautiful wierdness.)
Still Remains Stone Temple Pilots Our bed we live, our bed we sleep Making love and I become you Flesh is warm with naked feet Stabbing thorns and you become me Oh, I'd beg for you, you know I'll beg for you She holds my hand we share a laugh Sipping orange blossom breezes Love is still and sweat remains A cherished gift unselfish feeling... Oh, I'd beg for you, you know I'll beg for you She tells me things, I listen well Drink the wine and save the water Skin is smooth, I steal a glance Dragon flies "er" gliding over.. Oh, I'd beg for you, you know I'll beg for you Pick a song and sing a yellow nectarine Take a bath, I'll drink the water that you leave If you should die before me Ask if you can/could bring a friend Pick a flower, hold your breath And drift away...
If you're in your 30's these lyrics may have some meaning: "Summer's going fast Night growing colder. Children growing up Old friends growing older. Experience Slips Away..." N. Peart
Brilliant Mistake - Elvis Costello He thought he was the King of America Where they pour Coca Cola just like vintage wine Now I try hard not to become hysterical But I'm not sure if I am laughing or crying I wish that I could push a button And talk in the past and not the present tense And watch this hurtin' feeling disappear Like it was common sense It was a fine idea at the time Now it's a brilliant mistake She said that she was working for the ABC News It was as much of the alphabet as she knew how to use Her perfume was unspeakable It lingered in the air Like her artificial laughter Her mementos of affairs "Oh" I said "I see you know him" "Isn't that very fortunate for you" And she showed me his calling card He came third or fourth and there were more than one or two He was a fine idea at the time Now he's a brilliant mistake Poor Fractured Atlas - Elvis Costello He's out in the woods with his squirrel gun To try to recapture his anger He's screaming some words at the top of his lungs Until he begins to feel younger But back at his desk in the city we find Our trembling punch-drunken fighter Who can't find the strength now to punish the length Of the ribbon in his little typewriter Poor Fractured Atlas Threw himself across the mattress Waving his withering pencil As if it were a pirate's cutlass I'm almost certain he's trying to increase his burden He said "That's how the child in me planned it; A woman wouldn't understand it" I believe there was something that I wanted to say Before I conclude this epistle But you would forgive me for holding my tongue 'Cause man made the blade and the pistol Yes man made the waterfall over the dam To temper his tantrum with magic Now you can't be sure of that tent of azure Since he punched a hole in the fabric Chorus A woman wouldn't understand it A woman wouldn't understand it Tamp the Dirt Down - Elvis Costello I saw a newspaper picture from the political campaign A woman was kissing a child, who was obviously in pain She spills with compassion, as that young child's face in her hands she grips Can you imagine all that greed and avarice coming down on that child's lips Well I hope I don't die too soon I pray the Lord my soul to save Oh I'll be a good boy, I'm trying so hard to behave Because there's one thing I know, I'd like to live long enough to savour That's when they finally put you in the ground I'll stand on your grave and tramp the dirt down When England was the w**** of the world Margaret was her madam And the future looked as bright and as clear as the black tarmacadam Well I hope that she sleeps well at night, isn't haunted by every tiny detail 'Cos when she held that lovely face in her hands all she thought of was betrayal ( A nice little ode to Reagan's friend Margaret Thatcher.)
Uh-huh, Life's like this Uh-huh, uh-huh That's the way it is 'Cause life's like this Uh-huh, uh-huh That's the way it is Chill out, What you yellin' for? Lay back, it's all been done before And if you could only let it be You will see I like you the way you are When we're, driving in my car And you're talking to me One on one But you become Somebody else 'Round everyone else Watchin' your back Like you can't relax You're tryin' to be cool You look like a fool To me Tell me Why do you have to go and make things so complicated? I see the way you're Acting like you're somebody else gets me frustrated Life's like this, you And you fall and you crawl And you break and you take What you get and you turn it into Honesty Promise me I'm never gonna find you fake it No, no, no You come over unannounced Dressed up like you're something else Where you are and Where you sat, you see You're making me Laugh out When you strike a pose Take off all your preppy clothes You know You're not fooling anyone When you become Somebody else 'Round everyone else Watchin' your back Like you can't relax Tryin' to be cool You look like a fool To me Tell me Why do you have to go and make things so complicated? I see the way you're Acting like you're somebody else gets me frustrated Life's like this, you And you fall and you crawl And you break and you take What you get and you turn it into Honesty Promise me I'm never gonna find you fake it No, no, no... Chill out, What you yellin' for? Lay back, it's all been done before And if you could let it be You will see Somebody else 'Round everyone else You're watchin' your back Like you can't relax You're tryin' to be cool You look like a fool To me, to me Why do you have to go and make things so complicated? I see the way you're Acting like you're somebody else gets me frustrated Life's like this, you And you fall and you crawl And you break and you take What you get and you turn it into Honesty Promise me I'm never gonna find you fake it No, no Why do you have to go and make things so complicated? I see the way you're Acting like you're somebody else gets me frustrated Life's like this, you And you fall and you crawl And you break and you take What you get and you turn it into Honesty Promise me I'm never gonna find you fake it
I want to party on your p***y, baby I want to party party on your p***y **** 'em Just to see the look on their face **** 'em just to see the look on their face -Red Hot Chili Peppers
Okay, actual serious choice here: You gotta be crazy, you gotta have a real need You gotta sleep on your toes, and when you're on the street You gotta be able to pick out the easy meat with your eyes closed And then moving in silently, down wind and out of sight You gotta strike when the moment is right without thinking. And after a while, you can work on points for style Like the club tie, and the firm handshake A certain look in the eye, and an easy smile You have to be trusted by the people that you lie to So that when they turn their backs on you You'll get the chance to put the knife in. You gotta keep one eye looking over your shoulder You know it's going to get harder, and harder, and harder as you get older And in the end you'll pack up, fly down south Hide your head in the sand Just another sad old man All alone and dying of cancer. And when you loose control, you'll reap the harvest that you've sown And as the fear grows, the bad blood slows and turns to stone And it's too late to lose the weight you used to need to throw around So have a good drown, as you go down, alone Dragged down by the stone. I gotta admit that I'm a little bit confused Sometimes it seems to me as if I'm just being used Gotta stay awake, gotta try and shake off this creeping malaise If I don't stand my own ground, how can I find my way out of this maze? Deaf, dumb, and blind, you just keep on pretending That everyone's expendable and no-one has a real friend And it seems to you the thing to do would be to isolate the winner And everythings done under the sun And you believe at heart, everyone's a killer. Who was born in a house full of pain Who was trained not to spit in the fan Who was told what to do by the man Who was broken by trained personnel Who was fitted with collar and chain Who was given a pat on the back Who was breaking away from the pack Who was only a stranger at home Who was ground down in the end Who was found dead on the phone Who was dragged down by the stone.
Nice! Where'd you go to intermediate school (and how long before the administrators put a stop to such subversive methods)? ima, are you the one that plays (played?) drums for the Texans Pep band?
Bleyl Jr High in the Cy Fair ISD. Her name was Ms. Zamora and she was a hottie. Which reminds me... I've got it baaaaaaad sooooooo bad I'm hot for teacher Anyway, I didn't play the drum (set) for the Texans band. I did sub for a bass drummer for the J-Ville game. However, we got kicked out for hoarding beers and hiding them in a Tuba.
"Nimrod's Son" One night upon my motorcycle through the desert spead And smashed my body so that all my friends thought I was dead My sister held me close and whispered to my bleeding head "You are the son of a mother f***er" One two three four I shook all night and held her hand Chocolate people well I'll be damned Land of plenty, land of fun To find out I'm Nimrod's son Oh bury me Far away please Bury me Ha-haaa The joke has come upon me In my motorcycle mirror I think about the life I've led And how my soul's been aking all the holes where I have bled My image spoke to me, yes to me and often said "You are the son of incestuous union" One two three Now my head is clear My luke hands washed My daughter's pure My son is tall Land of plenty, land of fun To find out I'm Nimrod's son Oh bury me Far away please Bury me Ha-ha Ha-ha The joke has come upon me -Pixies -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Bone Machine" This is a song for Carol Your into Japanese fastfood And I drop you off with your Japanese lover And you're going to the beach all day You're so pretty when you're unfaithful to me You're so pretty when you're unfaithful to me You're looking like You've got some sun Your blistered lips Have got a kiss The days are lit like everyone Uh-oh, Uh-oh, Uh-oh, Uh-oh Your bones got a little machine You're the bone machine I was talking to preachy-preach about kissy-kiss He bought me a soda He bought me a soda He bought me a soda and he tried to molest me in the parking lot Yep, yep yep YEP! I make you break You make me hard Your Irish skin * Looks Mexican Our love is rice and beans and horses lard Your bones got a little machine You're the bone machine Uh-oh, Uh-oh, Uh-oh, Uh-oh [3x] Uh-oh, Uh-oh, Uh-oh, Uh-oh - Pixies -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Gouge Away" gouge away you can gouge away stay all day if you want to missy aggravation some sacred questions you stroke my locks some mar1juana if you got some gouge away you can gouge away stay all day if you want to sleeping on your belly you break my arms you spoon my eyes been rubbing a bad charm with holy fingers gouge away you can gouge away stay all day if you want to chained to the pillars a 3-day party i break the walls and kill us all with holy fingers gouge away you can gouge away stay all day if you want to ( A rock song about the biblical story of Samson is a great idea.)
